Hey! I know I haven't been updating because I'm on the worst cruise ever, and it's 75 cents a minute
-_- its also all senior citizens, so I have been writing a lot. Without further ado here is the next chapter!
Marcy visited Gregory for two days. The poison was wearing off, but he couldn't speak. His throat was completely swollen due to the poison. Marcy didn't believe Brutus did it. In all honesty he just isn't smart enough to pull that off. He wouldn't be capable of stealing from Slughorn and not getting caught. It had to be Riddle. On February 1st Marcy woke up dreading to get out of bed. She turned her head towards the window and saw the sun was not yet shining through the trees of the dark forest. She shot up out of bed and wrapped a robe around herself. She hastily walked down the stairs and ran to the hospital wing. She sat on Gregorys bed and watched him. he was so sweet and kind. This was all her fault, and she hated the feeling. He didn't deserve any of this.
"Gregory, I'm so sorry I did this to you." His eyes began to flutter open, as he looked up at her.
"Marcy, why- are- you up- so early? Go back- to- bed- bella." He said roughly barely able to speak.
"Stop calling me bella Gregory. Call me Marcy that's my name." she said stroking his auburn hair. "bella means beautiful, and I am not beautiful."
"Please, Marcy you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Who has been filling you with these lies, that you are unattractive?"
"No one. But I never feel beautiful with the way people treat me. I feel ugly and useless. I wish somebody just cared about my well being." She sighed heavily and looked down at him. "But, there is no point in dwelling on it. I can only dream."
"Marcy I care about you. don't put up these walls, because of what one person did to you. I promise when you get out of Hogwarts and you settle down, a man will love and cherish you. I can do that. I can stay with you until I die. You're amazing."
"Gregory, that sounds wonderful. You are one of the most amazing boys I have ever met, I can promise you that. You made me so happy over these few months. You understand me, and you're my best friend." She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "But I don't think I will be able to speak to you anymore. This has absolutely nothing to do with you, and you have done nothing wrong. I don't want to hurt you anymore, I never want you to be stuck in a hospital bed because of me again." She was fighting to keep the tears back.
"Marcy, come lay down" he said moving over and patting the bed side next to himself. She laid down next to him, and curled up into his arms. "I don't care what you do, or who you associate with. I will not give up on you. I hope you are happy and that's all that matters to me. I have learned so much from you. You left an imprint on me that will never expire. But I swear, if that Riddle character ever lays a hand on you again, I'll have to do something Marcy." Her head shot up and she looked up at him wide eyed.
"No Gregory! You cannot even glance at Tom Riddle. He's just too dangerous."
"I'm sorry, but I can't just let him hurt you. I can't even imagine you in some sort of pain." He screwed his eyes up and shook his head "No, I just can't"
"Please, just promise you won't going looking to fight him?"
"Of course Marcy. Like I said, I'll only say something if I find out he lays a hand on you." she nodded her head and stayed with him until the sun was completely raised. She quietly walked back to her room and got dressed. It was a Friday, Hogsmeade weekend. Something she was dreading, Toms first chance to abuse his power over her. Lately, she wasn't having any hallucinations, or hearing voices. Hopefully, Tom stopped that, and it was going to come back. She walked back down to the common room and waited.
'Maybe I don't still love him?' she thought hopefully. She was interrupted by slow walking footsteps down the stairs. Lucretia and Orion Black were walking down the stairs, into the common room.
"Oh, hello." Lucretia said with extreme distaste. "So, today is a big day for you, huh?"
"What?" Marcy said taken back.
"Oh, Marcy we know about you and Tom, and then bet…" Orion said. Marcy furrowed her brow extremely confused. Why would Tom tell them.
"So, I suppose you will start greeting me with a little more chivalry?" Marcy said raising an eyebrow and standing. Lucretia became dangerously close, and looked Marcy straight in her eyes
"Just because you are Toms new whore doesn't mean I have to be courteous to you. I still hate you, and no matter what Tom says doesn't mean you are going to last longer than any of the others." She spat.
"Lucretia!" Tom barked before Marcy could retort. "Get away from Marcy, immediately" he said with impatience.
"My lord, my apologies" she said slowly backing away from Marcy.
"My lord? What?" Marcy said completely confused. Tom brushed away her comment and grabbed both of the Blacks by the arm and pulled them to the stairs, ordering them to go back to their rooms. He turned on his heel and smiled at her.
"I'm so sorry about Lucretia, she's quite annoying really." He said looking Marcy up and down making her uncomfortable.
"So, you go by 'My Lord' now?" she questioned.
"Some call me that. You will some day, but for now I can live with Tom, I suppose."
"Thank you." she said sarcastically. He casually walked over to her, and placed both his hands on her shoulders, slowly rubbing them, causing her to put her hands up to block him.
"Nope, I get to do whatever I want with you. You're mine now." He smiled down at her, and his lips met her neck as he pinned her against the wall by her shoulders. She shrieked and began to push him away, but a burning sensation went through her arms, and she was forced to recoil. He looked down at her and laughed.
"Yes my dear, a magical bind. There is no use trying to fight me off because the magic won't allow you."
"Please Tom, don't make me-" she begged, but his hand darted up as if to silence her.
"I won't rape you. I won't force you into my bed. No, don't be ridiculous. I'll wait for you to come to me. I'll wait for you to come to my bed. It shouldn't take long, I know you want to."
"No! I will never sleep with you willingly, never again. I am devoted to Gregory now."
"Please my beloved, I am only doing this out of love."
"Love? Love! You think this is love? Forcing me to do whatever you want? Owning me? beating me? yes Tom that is love. Of course, it's your version of love. I don't love you…I hate you and I think I made that clear, so if I could just leave." Marcy said struggling to leave the room.
Through gritted teeth he spoke "You will find that I actually do care about you, and soon enough you will love me."
"So I don't love you? so you lost the bet!" she said clapping her hands together.
"Oh, no I did not. You still love me, I can see the feeling wondering around in that deep mind of yours. I can feel your longing for me."
"I gave you everything! I genuinely loved and cared for you! why can't you just accept that you ruined it for yourself? You lost the only person that cared for you!" she screamed at him. he pushed her forcefully into the wall, covering her mouth with his hand.
"I could so easily kill you right now. It could be an accident, I could say you tripped into the fire and I tried desperately to save you, but you were caught in the flames. I could do it, without sorrow or remorse. Don't tempt me." he lowered his hand, but stayed in the same position staring at her. she was shaking and tears were pooling in her eyes. She swallowed hard and tried her hardest to look away from his eyes.
"You-you wouldn't do that…"
"Wouldn't I? You're worthless and I honestly wonder why I keep you around." He spat angrily, pushing her onto the ground. She sat on the ground trying to hold back the tears. He gripped her by her hair and pulled her back up. "Go ahead cry" she shook her head and bit her lip "Cry damn it! Let me see you cry Marcy! It's just me. What do I have to do to make you cry! CRY!" he screamed at her, continuing to pull on her hair.
"Tom, please let go of me." she whimpered desperately pulling at his hands
"No, why should I?" Tom said defiantly.
"Please Tom, you're hurting me." He let go and looked at her. Tears then poured down her face. He gave a small smile and put his hand on the back of her neck, gently tilting her face towards his. She looked deep into his eyes and, he actually looked sorry. "Please Marcy, don't ever make me hurt you again."